Nami's PoV
The Inspectors that are investigating our case wanted us to come down to the MWPSB building to file the police reports. Akane seemed pleased about this. She seems to want to stick around Yuki until everything is sorted out.
"So you're an Inspector?" I asked Akane. She was sitting in Division Four's office with us. She had a professional air around her, but here innocent eyes showed that she was friendly. "You are so admirable, risking you life to keep everyone safe."
She looks surprised I think that way, but she smiled at me after. "Well thank you…" She trailed off
Yuki immediately jumps up. "Oh! I forgot to introduce you guys. Akane this is my co-worker Nami. Nami, this is my old friend from school, Akane."
"It's nice to meet you." I smiled and stuck out my hand in a timid fashion.
"You are always so shy!" Yuki poked fun at me, chuckling.
"Were you interested in working as an Inspector?" Akane asked.
"Oh, yeah. My brother was an Inspector, so as a little sister I wanted to follow in his footsteps. But, I'm a little to reserved for that." My small voice responded.
"Your brother is an Inspector? Hm, maybe I know him, does he still work here?"
I looked down my eyes watering. "No, he was killed during a case a few years ago."
"I'm sorry I didn't mean to pry!" Akane looked at me with pity. If I wasn't undercover I would have rolled my eyes. Truthfully, Takao picked a random Inspector that was killed, I wasn't related to him at all.
I open my mouth to tell her that is fine, but a man walked into the room. He was rather tall, with dark hair and glasses. Ginoza Nobuchika.
"Akane, we have a new lead on the specimen case. We are leaving now." His voice was cold and straight to the point.
"Well, I have to go. Good luck with your stuff." Akane said.
"We'll have to meet up soon for lunch!" Yuki said, grabbing my arm and dragging me out of the building. I waved to Akane as we left. She smiled back.
Looks like a made myself a new friend.
Time Skip
I walked back to my apartment briskly after separating from Yuki. I have had enough of her. She was a nice girl, but not someone I would ever be friends with.
Locking the apartment door behind me not bothering to turn on any lights, I headed to the bathroom to shower, turning on the water I began to undress.
Jumping into the scalding water I began to think about this mission. It is necessary to keep up character even when I am by myself, or I could make mistakes while out in public.
I never make mistakes. I never fail my missions.
I humorlessly chuckle to myself. Sometimes I think I am too perfect for this job.
When thinking back to when and how I was recruited for this job, I cant help but think how perfectly things line up. It was almost as if from the minute the Sybil System recognized me when I was a small child it knew what it wanted me to do.
It knew what I would become. It knew how to make me the person it needed.
The murderer, the seductress in disguise, the damsel in distress, the girl with the bad attitude, I could be all of these people and fit the role perfectly.
Somewhere along the way of my clandestine activities, I never realized I lost who I really was. I am more or less an empty shell, a blank slate. But then I realize that even as a kid I was still manipulative, I was still the chameleon I am today. I don't even remember who I am or who I was.
But Sybil knew this, didn't it?
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